“Are you two serious?” Tobias groans, and even though I can’t see him, I can tell he’s rolling his eyes. I’m sitting on his lap, too, so when I wiggle, moaning under my breath at his brother’s touch, I can feel him hardening underneath me. “How long is this ride anyway?”
“Sixteen minutes,” I murmur, because I looked it up on my phone earlier. My right hand lifts to the back of Micah’s neck as he presses in closer, kissing me with this searing passion that has the fine hairs on my arm standing on end. It’s electrifying, the way he kisses, like there’s something beyond his firm but gentle touch that’s dangerous, that’ll destroy me if I get too close.
And yet, I get too close anyway.
Our tongues tangle, and I lean forward, still sitting sideways on Tobias’ lap, but with my hands now on Micah’s legs. If I were to inch up just a little …
“We’ve been on the ride, what, two minutes?” he whispers, and I nod against his mouth. “How quick can you be?”
“You’re not seriously suggesting we go further than kissing? In here? There must be cameras.” My words come out in a rush, but I can’t help but entertain the fantasy. I mean, I’m traveling on a boat through a pirate’s grotto, a bed covered in treasure behind me, the soft lap of water against the sides of the boat a gentle reassurance. When am I ever going to get another chance like this?
“Church’s family has connections; don’t worry about the cameras.” Tobias reaches out and touches the side of my face, turning me back to look at him. We stare at each other in the darkness for a moment, and my lids feel suddenly heavy, like my body knows better than my mind how long I’ve been wanting this.
“There must be something in the water at Adamson,” I grumble, and Tobias laughs. His chuckle tapers off as our mouths meet, his kiss both startlingly familiar and distinctly foreign from his twin’s. Speaking of, Micah’s hands are running up the sides of my legs, underneath my skirt, and pulling down the stupid black lace panties that Ranger bought me.
My breath escapes in a rush as I glance over and find him tucking them into his pocket. Heart racing, I watch as he unzips his pants and frees himself, right there on the ride. We are so going to hell for this, I think, but then Micah’s pulling me onto his lap to straddle him, his fingers tickling my chin.
“Look how smart I am,” he says, pulling a condom from his pocket with two fingers. “A good pirate is always prepared.”
“You brought a condom to Disneyland?” I choke out, and Tobias laughs from beside me, flashing a condom of his own. “You two are seriously perverted.”
“We have the whole park to ourselves. This is a once in a lifetime thing,” he says, undoing his pants, a challenge in his green eyes. “And there’s only one girl here we want to share this with.”
“Maybe.” I lick my lips. Maybe I shouldn’t be bringing this up, but I can’t help myself. “You said you didn’t share girls with anyone, but each other, and yet Spencer …”
“We don’t,” Tobias says, and his voice is so hard and dark, he almost sounds like Micah there for a minute. “But until you figure out what you want to do, we’ll try this. Just this one time.” I watch him watching me, and I feel this pit in my stomach. Like, one day I’ll have to actively choose a guy? The thought makes me seasick in a way the rocking boat never could. But then, he's right: I’m on a trip of a lifetime, and I don’t want to waste it. In forty years, in fifty or sixty, I want to be able to look back on this moment and remember I grabbed it by the balls, so to speak. This time, yes, double entendre intended.
I take the condom from Micah’s fingers, and try to remember the goddamn lemon cucumber and banana back in the classroom. Crap, I really should’ve practiced instead of letting Ranger do it for me …
“Do you need help? Maybe another lesson with Mr. Cruschek?”
“Micah, don’t take this the wrong way,” I start, tearing the condom open with shaking fingers, but pretending like I’ve done this a million times before. “But shut the fuck up.” He chuckles as I fumble the slick ring over him, rolling it down as he groans and lets his head fall back.
“I never thought you’d be touching me like that,” he whispers, pulling me forward. I rise up to my knees, fingers curled around his shoulders, and then slide my gaze Tobias’ direction. It feels like somehow he and I should do this first. And yet, I see him watching us with this heavy-lidded expression that does all sorts of things to me. This wild fire takes over, and I swear I’m burning up from the inside out, like if I don’t move forward with this, I’ll break.
